BOOM!
Led by Wang Enkui, the mbers of the Wang Clan felt their expressions shift instantly. They could no longer remain seated!
Arrogance!
'This Jiang Xinghai, just because he knows so dicine, is arrogant beyond the heavens!'
'How dare he utter such an absurd demand—that the entire Wang Clan kneel and beg him? Damn him!'
The corner of Wang Enkui's mouth, the very backbone of the Wang Family, twitched uncontrollably. He wished he could snap Jiang Xinghai's neck right then and there!
How many years had it been?
The Wang Family couldn't even rember the last ti soone had pointed a finger in their faces and humiliated them!
Ever since the Wang Family's old ancestor ascended to the Venerable realm, their backs had never once bent!
"Dad, just kneel... otherwise, my life as a man is over..."
At this mont, only Wang Junhao remained unmoved by the insult, still clinging to the idea of having Jiang Xinghai treat him.
"Hold on."
Just then, Master Xue Zhong, hailed as one of the ten great National dical Saint Hands, walked over with a doubtful expression.
"Young man, I, Xue Zhong, may not know how preternatural your dical skills are. But I do understand that for a doctor, healing the sick and saving lives is a sacred calling, a rit comparable to creation itself. Yet you aggressively force the Wang Family to kneel and beg you? That is shaless boasting! It dishonors the integrity of our profession and is truly improper!"
Xue Zhong stroked his white beard, his tone that of an elder lecturing a junior.
"You old codger, you have the gall to lecture ?"
Jiang Xinghai sneered dismissively. "The Shen Family originally spent a great deal of money and connections to invite you to Jizhou, yet you stayed here because you were intimidated by the Wang Family's power. What does that say about your integrity? Furthermore, you know nothing of the feud between and the Wang Family. Isn't making such pronouncents a form of aggression yourself?"
"You!"
Xue Zhong was speechless, his old face darkening. "If that's the case, then why don't you show us these heaven-defying dical skills of yours!"
"Kneel and beg ," Jiang Xinghai repeated.
THUD!
At that mont, however, Wang Zhenlin dropped directly to his knees. "Divine Doctor Jiang, I beg you to treat my son. This has nothing to do with anyone else. Please, take action. After it's done, I'll double your reward. I guarantee it."
"Uncle Shen, it seems the Wang Family are sore losers. This is getting boring. Let's just go back."
Jiang Xinghai tossed aside his cigarette butt and made a motion to help Shen Zhengye to his feet.
Shen Zhengye's expression was grave.
Even he couldn't figure out what Jiang Xinghai was up to.
"Divine Doctor Jiang!"
Wang Enkui's expression suddenly changed. He finally cast aside his restraint. "Do you think my Wang Family is a place you can just co and go as you please?"
'This is intolerable! There's no need to endure it any longer!'
"A public toilet. Isn't that a place you can co and go as you please?" Jiang Xinghai retorted, his gaze eting Wang Enkui's head-on.
"Insolence!!!"
The aura around Wang Enkui erupted in an instant, and the entire hall was imdiately filled with a bone-chilling cold.
Everyone began to shiver uncontrollably from the chill.
"You're the one being insolent!"
However, with a soft shout from Jiang Xinghai, an even more terrifying coldness materialized, directly shattering the chill that Wang Enkui had released.
"This...!"
Wang Enkui's expression changed once again.
"Father, look... How about... you just kneel?"
At that, Wang Zhenlin looked at Wang Enkui imploringly, tears streaming down his aged face.
"Grandpa, kneel! My whole future as a man! I still have to carry on the Wang Family's bloodline!" Wang Junhao roared, tilting his head to the sky.
Wang Enkui fell silent.
In that instant, the National dical Saint Hand, Xue Zhong, sensed that things were turning sour and quietly began to retreat.
As expected!
"Jiang Xinghai, you have humiliated ti and ti again! I have tolerated you for long enough!"
A Three-foot Cyan Blade Sword appeared in Wang Enkui's hand. "Go to hell! If you die by my sword, you can at least rest in peace in the underworld!"
Rampant Sword Qi shot wildly around the hall.
The power of a Sixth Layer Grandmaster, once unleashed, was not sothing an ordinary person could withstand.
The first to be affected were the weaker mbers of the Wang Clan.
But Jiang Xinghai rely waved a hand, sending out a wisp of Gang Qi to protect Shen Zhengye from harm, and then vanished from his spot.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Xinghai was standing before Wang Enkui.
This scene completely stunned everyone present.
'What's going on?'
'How could Jiang Xinghai remain completely unscathed amidst such rampant Sword Qi and even get close to Wang Enkui?'
"You... how did you do that!"
The shock in Wang Enkui's heart was far greater than anyone else's.
'He had unleashed the power of a peak Sixth Layer Grandmaster. Even an expert of the sa realm would be grievously injured, if not killed, by approaching him without any defense!'
"You're too weak."
Jiang Xinghai just shook his head indifferently and caught the Three-foot Cyan Blade Sword between two fingers.
SNAP!
The Three-foot Cyan Blade Sword snapped in two.
"What!"
Wang Enkui was horrified once more. 'This Three-foot Cyan Blade is an ancestral treasure of my Wang Family, yet it couldn't withstand the power of Jiang Xinghai's two fingers?'
Everyone fell into a collective silence.
'Just how terrifying is this Jiang Xinghai's power?'
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